She sells tea and searches for hope

waiting is hard

The next day I would go early to my simple store, and bring with me the memories of the previous day, and all my thoughts say, What's behind the woman, and the tea-seller, and her children?I hope you block today and my day was good in terms of sales but every time I get involved I come back looking at the faces in front of the store the kid might come and ask me to buy a cup of tea.

After long hours, in the middle of the day, the child who was waiting for him appeared with a confident smile on his face and said, Uncle, would you buy a cup of tea from us? I answered him quickly and happily, yes son, hurry to me.

He went quickly to his mother and told her his childish words and overwhelmed with happiness, and she gave him a cup of tea and went to me and presented him calmly as I looked at this poor child carrying a burden and working with his mother at this age.

I came back and drank a cup of tea as if I'm asking myself? Is this a cup of tea a cure for the fatigue of life, because when I actually drink a cup of tea, I feel the taste and psychological comfort at the same time.

Only minutes after the departure of Mrs. Shay and her children, my sales increased double what was sold at the beginning of the day (thank God for this livelihood).

A new day of work is over and a rich livelihood is over, and the man just wants to go back to his sons and his wife, carrying for them the food and other necessities they love.

My wife smiled as she watched me enter the house with a little more than a day's worth of purchases, and said: What news of the tea woman and her children?

I smiled and told her what had happened to me and how my livelihood had become more after her departure. We thank God so much

And we realized that helping people provides abundant sustenance for us and everyone who helps.

There was a long discussion with my wife and thoughts about the tea seller and her beautiful son with a sad face despite his young age, and we began to anticipate some things that forced this virtuous lady to sell in the street and between the shops. With her two children, and finally we agreed to help this lady in other ways if we could, so I thought to myself maybe in a few days, I could ask her about her story? God behind the intention?